Nic Narrates

There I sat in my car this morning, eating a chocolate chip cookie for breakfast, mildly amused by the superfluous row of cones that crossed the intersection, slowing rush hour traffic. Every morning, it is the same clusterfuck.

Normally; however, there’s just enough room for the right lane to squeeze through to the other side. This squeezing occurs after I’ve exited Lake Shore to get past the back up of cars due to said conage. But today, someone got a little overzealous with the cone placement. To avoid it, I’d have to actually dodge the cone like I was on an obstacle course. This is something I could do easily enough, but why? Why should I bother avoiding a stupid cone that serves no purpose other than to chill out in the middle of a busy intersection?

I wondered if I should make a direct hit, if it would be necessary to run it over completely. I didn’t want to go for it and fail; have the letdown of having the damn thing bounce back all resilient and defiant.

I waited for the light to turn green………..

I psyched myself out: I’m not actually going to hit it, am I? But I’ve always wanted to hit one. It just seems like something to do. And why not?

So I did. I aimed and made contact. And IT. WAS. AWESOME.

I looked back at the tipped cone and the surprised woman driving behind me. Yeah, that was no accident, lady!

My chocolate chip cookie never tasted better.

Filed under: Just Another Day in Crazy, in transit by Nic